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<h1><a href="https://archiveofourown.org/works/22759885">Comfort</a> by <a class='authorlink' href='https://archiveofourown.org/users/Cinnabunbun/pseuds/Cinnabunbun'>Cinnabunbun</a></h1>

<table class="full">

<tr><td><b>Category:</b></td><td>Final Fantasy XIV</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Genre:</b></td><td>Angst, Cowgirl Position, Cunnilingus, Drinking, F/M, Female Roegadyn (Final Fantasy XIV), Grief/Mourning, Hurt/Comfort, Implied/Referenced Character Death, Roegadyn Warrior of Light (Final Fantasy XIV), Smut, Woman on Top, roegadyn OC</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Language:</b></td><td>English</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Status:</b></td><td>Completed</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Published:</b></td><td>2020-02-16</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Updated:</b></td><td>2020-02-16</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Packaged:</b></td><td>2021-04-28 11:40:39</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Rating:</b></td><td>Explicit</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Warnings:</b></td><td>Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Chapters:</b></td><td>2</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Words:</b></td><td>4,061</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Publisher:</b></td><td>archiveofourown.org</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Story URL:</b></td><td>https://archiveofourown.org/works/22759885</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Author URL:</b></td><td>https://archiveofourown.org/users/Cinnabunbun/pseuds/Cinnabunbun</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Summary:</b></td><td><div class="userstuff">
              <p>Thancred helps a grieving Warrior of Light deal with the loss of Haurchefant. Things escalate. Mistakes are made.</p>
            </div></td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Relationships:</b></td><td>Thancred Waters/Original Female Character(s), Warrior of Light/Thancred Waters</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Comments:</b></td><td>1</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Kudos:</b></td><td>25</td></tr>

</table>

<a name="section0001"><h2>1. Chapter 1</h2></a>
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    <p>"You don't have to suffer alone, you know."</p><p>The words pulled Rhetigeim out of her thoughts. She had been staring out the window for who knows how long. There had not been much to do, with the defeat of Thordan and the end of the Dragonsong War. Which meant more time alone with her thoughts.<br/>
Time was not healing her heart. When the battles were over, the celebrations done, every loose end tied, she was keenly aware that she was alone. Very alone.</p><p>It occurred to her that it has been a couple of minutes since Thancred spoke, and she was yet to respond. Not even turning to face him, she continued to gaze out the window at the snowfall.<br/>
"Say that to a mirror, Thancred."<br/>
There was a guilty chuckle, then the sound of him sitting down beside her on the sofa. "Ouch! But deserved, I know."<br/>
Sighing, Rhetigeim shook her head, closing her eyes. "No, that was uncalled for. I'm sorry. I know it's easier said than done."<br/>
"Aye, it is."</p><p>A comfortable silence followed. Thancred understood loss perhaps better than anyone else Rhetigeim knew. Aside from Count Fortemps, of course. Hells, they mourned the same man. Sure Artoirel and Emmanellain felt it too, but perhaps it hit Edmont and herself harder. He lost a son, she lost the only man she had ever loved.<br/>
Edmont had been wonderful to Rhetigeim, despite his own grief. He had let her stay at the manor, even though she was now free to return to any of the city states, or indeed back to Rising Stones. But Ishgard felt like home to her now. A large part of that was because of Haurchefant, and that did not change with his passing. Rhetigeim feared leaving Ishgard would take her further from him, and she wanted to cling to the last threads of him for as long as she could. He would always be in her heart. But she wasn't ready to leave yet. Just a little longer…</p><p>Thancred watched her for some time before speaking in a gentle voice.<br/>
"Talk to me."<br/>
Rhetigeim sighed again. "What about?"<br/>
"Him."<br/>
She remained silent for another minute. "I loved him."<br/>
"We know."<br/>
"No, you don't. We were together. In love."<br/>
Another moment of silence. "I know. I can tell, Rhet. No-one else sees it, but I do."</p><p>Rhetigeim's body suddenly deflated, as if realising a tension she never knew she had. Part of her had wanted to tell someone, but did not know who. There seemed to be no point now he was gone. So it would be her secret forever, A memery for her alone. It was a nice, warm feeling, having this secret. Artoirel and Emmanelain seemed to think she was like a sister to Haurchefant. Aymeric believed they had been very close friends. Rhetigeim got the feeling Edmont knew the truth, though he never said as much, and she never told him either way, so it remained one of those unspoken facts.<br/>
Despite this, telling Thancred, she felt relief. She had someone to share her secret with. Someone she trusted. Someone she did not have to pretend around.<br/>
"Don't tell anyone, okay?"<br/>
"I don't gossip."<br/>
"Untrue."<br/>
"I listen to gossip. I don't provide it."<br/>
That caused Rhetigeim to laugh. Only lightly, but it felt good. She had not realised how long it had been since she laughed.<br/>
Thancred smiled. "That's better! Come on, you've been shut up for far too long. Let's get a quiet drink."</p><p>-----</p><p>Of all the Scions, Thancred was the one Rhetigeim most enjoyed a drink with. Perhaps in another life, one where she was not the Warrior of Light and could have continued her life as a care-free sailor, she could have convinced him to join her crew. He would have made a fine sailor.<br/>
She told him as much. He laughed.<br/>
"I even have the eyepatch now!"<br/>
Rhetigeim gave him a playful punch on the arm. She tried to be gentle, but underestimated her own strength, so he still ended up rubbing his bicep. He did not seem concerned, though.<br/>
"Ye need to stop gettin' yer ideas on sailors from children's stories! Ye lived in Lominsa, you should know better!"<br/>
He grinned, almost smug. "Aye, and I met many pirates there, some with eyepatches!"<br/>
"Good thing I were an honest sailor then!"<br/>
"And I'm a Halonic priest!"</p><p>The playful banter soon had them both laughing over their ales, trading anecdotes as well as quips. This was what she needed, Rhetigeim realised. Someone to talk to, to laugh with.<br/>
Everyone else acted strange now. They all knew she felt Haurchefant's loss keenly, and had no idea how to act. They meant well, they really did. Aymeric always asked how she was faring, his voice gentle and his eyes kind. Alphinaud regularly checked in with a similar tone, but more fidgety and fussy, insisting over and over that she call him if she needed anything, anything at all.<br/>
But all she needed was someone to distract her, yet let her reminisce. Someone who would keep her out of her own head, but not avoid the subject. It was somewhat surprising that she found that in Thancred, but on reflection it should not have been. He knew how she felt to lose someone.</p><p>"It's unfair, ain't it?"<br/>
Rhetigeim's words seemed to come from nowhere, but Thancred knew what she meant right away.<br/>
"It is."<br/>
"It was good while it lasted. I'd never been loved before."<br/>
He blinked, studying her carefully. "Never?"<br/>
"Nah. Not in that way, anyway. Just family."<br/>
"No boyfriends before him? Girlfriends?"<br/>
She shook her head. "I was a sailor. Me lifestyle didn't allow fer it. I had lovers. Mostly one-nights, sometimes... friends, I s'pose."<br/>
Nodding, Thancred glanced thoughtfully into his ale, as if he would find answers in the bottom. "You and I are quite alike. I don't know why I never realised that before."<br/>
Rhetigeim grinned playfully. "Only none of my 'friends' ever screamed at me fer... what was it that lass called ye? A two-timing swill-sodden bastard?"<br/>
Thancred laughed, though he covered his face with one hand in shame. "I perhaps haven't always handled these things well! How did you manage to avoid such things?"<br/>
Sipping her drink, she shrugged casually. "Was always clear 'bout my intentions. Besides, I'm a dashin' sailor, people make allowances for that!"<br/>
He laughed again. "Dashing sailor? I thought it was 'blood pirate'!"<br/>
Rhetigeim held up one hand in protest. "No ships flyin' Eorzean colours were ever attacked!"<br/>
"So to the Garleans you are a pirate?"<br/>
"At this point, piracy is the least of me crimes against Garlemald!"</p><p>-----</p><p>Rhetigeim was glad she had gone out with Thancred. Talking, laughing and joking was the right medicine. It could never erase the pain, but it helped. She was having so much fun that she agreed to continue their bonding session elsewhere, once the tavern closed.<br/>
After wandering around the cold streets, they decided to return to Fortemps Manor. With a couple of bottles, she ushered Thancred into her room - the house would all be asleep, and although she wasn't going to get rowdy, she preferred not to take advantage of Edmont's hospitality.</p><p>The room was fancier than anything Rhetigeim had stayed in before. Decorated with red walls and dark wood furniture, plush carpet and long, velvet curtains. When Count Fortempts took her in, she expected a basic room, not a lavish boudoir with a four poster bed, complete with drapes and downy bedding. She had a sizable wardrobe, her own desk and a beautiful dressing table. A cosy two-seater sofa sat in front of a fireplace. There were even bookshelves, and art on the walls.<br/>
Moreover, Edmont had declared this was now her room permanently. Even though it could be months before she returned to Ishgard once she left, this was her room for whenever she visited. Rhetigeim had tried to protest, but Edmont insisted. He even had her name attached to the door.</p><p>Thancred had wasted no time in getting comfortable, sprawling out across the sofa.<br/>
"Count Fortempts sees you as a daughter."<br/>
Rhetigeim shrugged, unsure how to respond to this out-of-nowhere statement. "A very tall, muscular daughter with a strange accent."<br/>
"Hey, if I can end up with an Ala Mhigan daughter..."<br/>
"An Ishgardian elezen with a roegadyn daughter that he adopted once she was already pushing thirty?"<br/>
He chuckled. "Alright, maybe not a perfect comparison!"<br/>
She grinned, nuding him aside somewhat so she could sit down too. They had abandoned the idea of cups, instead swigging straight from their bottles.<br/>
"It's surprising how well you've settled into Ishgard. No offence, but Ishgardians have always disliked foreigners, and you stand out more than most."<br/>
Rhetigeim nodded in agreement. "There were some outraged stares at first. A few nobles insisted they couldn't understand me accent."<br/>
"It is a hard accent to place, to be fair!"<br/>
"Cause it ain't from one place. I grew up aboard a ship, remember? Surrounded by people of assorted nations. Spent me life travellin' all over. My accent is of someone with no nation, an amalgamation of various others."<br/>
"Aye. You speak clearly, either way. Nobles just like to be awkward. But you seem accepted now."<br/>
"I rode into the city on the back of the Father of Dragons. S'hard to argue with that."<br/>
"You do have a knack for flashy entrances!"</p><p>A short silence lingered between them as they drank. Thancred watched Rhetigeim for a minute, noting how she knocked back her drink yet showed no signs of even slight inebriation. Roegadyn stamina, he assumed. Or a sailor's tolerance. Maybe both.<br/>
"Aymeric likes you."<br/>
"Aye, he's been a great friend."<br/>
"I mean he likes you. Perhaps loves you."<br/>
Rheitgeim waved a hand dismissively. "Nah, dun' be daft!"<br/>
"I've seen it in his eyes. Heard it in the way he talks about you."<br/>
She rolled her eyes, but smirked. "You let yer imagination get carried away, luv. First I'm Count Fortemps' surrogate daughter, now I'm the love interest of Ser Aymeric!"<br/>
"Not just Aymeric."<br/>
"Twelve, Thancred! Who else, then? I'll play."<br/>
"Possibly Estinien."<br/>
That caused Rhetigeim to scoff so hard she almost choked on her drink. She giggled. "Now I know you're messin' with me! Either that, or ye've gone right mental!"<br/>
"What? Why is that such a wild idea?" Thancred placed a hand on his chest with mock hurt.<br/>
"Next ye'll tell me Raubahn wants a piece too!"<br/>
"I'm sure he's thought about it."<br/>
That really set her off. She practically doubled over, peals of laughter filling the room. Thancred couldn't help but join in. She collapsed against him, her back resting against his side companionably, one leg unceremoniously up on the sofa.<br/>
"Yer a real card, Thancred!"<br/>
He grinned. "We're only men, Rhet. Who wouldn't think about it, when faced with a beautiful, flame-haired lass with eyes like the Rhotano sea?"</p><p>Thancred felt Rhetigeim stiffen. He mentally cursed himself, opening his mouth to apologise, blame the drink But he did not get that far.<br/>
"Tell me more."</p>
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<a name="section0002"><h2>2. Chapter 2</h2></a>
<div class="story"><div class="fff_chapter_notes fff_head_notes"><b>Summary for the Chapter:</b><blockquote class="userstuff">
            <p>Mistakes are made.</p>
          </blockquote></div><div class="userstuff module">
    
    <p>Part of Thancred knew this was a bad idea. She was lonely, she was in mourning, she was missing the feeling of being loved and wanted. She had been drinking, not that it seemed to affect her. There was a chance she would regret this conversation come tomorrow.<br/>
But did she not deserve to hear nice words? Things not related to her deeds or strength, but about her, as a person. And there was so much he wanted to say.</p>
<p>"I'm sure everyone has noticed your beautiful lips, your musical laugh, your body as if sculpted by the gods."<br/>
Rhetigeim remained silent, but sank back into him, prompting Thancred to continue.<br/>
"I suppose I can't really speak for anyone else. I just know that, of all the women I've known, you stand out for all the right reasons. I'm not entirely convinced that you don't have siren in your blood, given your ocean origins, and how thoroughly enchanting you are."<br/>
"Enchanting..." she repeated the word absentmindedly, trailing off as if processing the word.<br/>
Thancred swallowed as he slowly, cautiously, moved his arm, sliding it over her shoulder. Once he realised he was safe, he hugged her against his side.<br/>
"I've always thought so."<br/>
Rhetigeim shifted, turning to face him, moving into a kneeling position on the sofa. She said nothing, just gazed at him with those big blue eyes.</p>
<p>Thancred wasn't sure who kissed who. All he knew was that one moment, he was face-to-face with Rhetigeim, the next they were locking lips. She had climbed onto his lap at some point, hands on his shoulders, while his own settled on her hips. She was larger than him, taller and sturdier, but he did not find her too heavy. In fact, it was an almost comforting weight - with her so firmly in his lap, there was no doubt this was real.<br/>
Rhetigeim pulled back long enough to remove her hat, tossing it aside with little care. He had rarely seen her without it, noting how full her hair was without the hat to flatten it down. He had never seen her with such pink in her cheeks, either, or with such a look in her eye. So he wasted no time in crushing his lips against hers again, slipping his tongue past her lips.<br/>
He felt her hands slide down from his shoulders to his chest, fumbling with the buttons on his shirt. All the while her mouth responded to his, returning the kiss hungrily. They forgot where they were. They forgot everything - the wars, the struggles, the loss. All that was left was this burning need.</p>
<p>Breaking the kiss, Thancred dipped his head down, placing  kisses up and down her neck. He was rewarded with a soft moan, and she tilted her head to expose more of her neck to him. She had managed to undo his shirt, pushing it open and letting her hands wander. It seemed unfair. So he got to work unbuttoning her jacket, all the while kissing, biting, sucking at her neck. The sound of her shallow breaths spurred him on. He had never heard her be so soft in her voice before, so gentle, so... tender. He was seeing a whole different side to her. A side few ever had. A secret.<br/>
He wanted to see more.<br/>
Pushing the jacket from Rhetigeim's shoulders, Thancred's hands brushed soft skin. He lifted his head to look at her. To his surprise, all she wore underneath the now abandoned jacket was a black bra.<br/>
"Gods, Rhet, we're in Ishgard!"<br/>
Despite his chiding, his eyes wandered her with undisguised appreciation. Her background as a sailor, not to mention her more recent endaevors in combat, had given her a lovely toned physique. Lightly muscled, athletic. Not bulky, but strong. Like she was cut from marble. Yet she retained a softness in her curves.<br/>
Rhetigeim smirked teasingly, clearly pleased by his naked interest. She slowly slid his opened shirt off his shoulders.<br/>
"I don't like too many layers." she whispered.</p>
<p>Before he could kiss her again, she rose from his lap, standing in front of him. He opened his mouth to protest, but his breath caught in his throat as she began to slide off her thigh-length boots.<br/>
Twelve above, she was stripping for him.<br/>
Thancred watched, awestruck, as her hands moved to her belt, unbuckling it at a painfully slow place. She didn't bother to remove it completely - once it was open, she simply pushed her trousers down her hips, her thighs, revealing her legs inch by inch. The fabric pooled on the floor at her feet, leaving her in only her simple black underwear.<br/>
Thancred licked his lips absently as his gaze travelled her form. Those thick thighs, that round rear, that toned abdomen. How had he never realised he was working with such a perfect creature? Of course he had known she was pretty. Beautiful, even. But until now, it had never sunk in just how much.<br/>
"Twelve, Rhet..." he gradually stood up to face her.<br/>
She smiled coyly in response, her own eyes travelling his tanned muscles. "Show me."</p>
<p>With a single nod, Thanced worked on his own belt, kicking his boots away. He wasn't as slow and teasing with his clothing removal. He didn't want to tease - not like this, anyway. He just wanted to be naked. For there to be no barriers between them.<br/>
He didn't just remove his trousers. He pushed them and his underwear off in one movement, before standing completely bare before her. Rhetigeim's eyes dropped lower, a satisfied hum coming from her throat. Taking his hand, she looked back up to his eyes, keeping them there as she led him to the bed.<br/>
This was really happening.<br/>
It had been too long for Thancred. Being lost in Dravania, caught up in the Dragonsong War - and now seeing Rhetigeim practically naked and wanting - it was too much. He covered her mouth with his own again, kissing her almost desperately as he guided her down onto the bed. She was surprisingly compliant, letting him lay her down, wrapping her arms around him and pulling him close. With a growl in his throat, he pushed himself against her, arousal pressed between her thighs. She wriggled beneath him, clawing at his back as if trying to pull him even closer.<br/>
The two of them were panting once they stopped kissing, cheeks flushed and hair tousled.<br/>
"Gods, Rhet, you're beautiful."<br/>
Thancred began trailing kisses down her neck to her chest, stopping only to nibble at her collarbone, causing her to groan languidly. He didn't stop kissing south, moving down to her stomach, then lower still. His lips found the inside of her thighs, peppering them with lingering kisses, gradually travelling back up towards her hips. The waistline of her underwear clung to her, black lace contrasting against her pale skin. Gently, he bit onto the fabric, and tugged. He heard a gasp as he pulled her underwear down to her knees, then finished removing them with his hands before tossing them away. Lowering his head between her legs, he lapped out his tongue, knowing exactly where to focus.</p>
<p>Rhetigeim gripped at the sheets beneath them, sinking into the pillows as she basked in the feeling of his skilled tongue exploring her most intimate place. One hand ran through his white-blonde hair, stroking through it gently before gripping at the roots, her mewling filling the room. Encouraged, Thancred delved deeper, one hand caressing her inner thigh. He groaned against her, his free hand slipping two fingers inside her whilst his tongue ran upwards. Another breathless moan escaped her throat as he sucked gently, his fingers curling inside her to stroke over a particularly sensitive spot.<br/>
"Thancred..."<br/>
Rhetigeim's voice was barely above a whisper, an almost pained whimper. But it was enough. He lapped eagerly at her, as keen for her to fall off the edge as she was. He was painfully hard, the hand on his hair and the sounds he was eliciting driving him to distraction, but he kept working his tongue against her. It didn't take much longer, Rhetigeim moaning out with her climax, tightening her grip on his hair for the moment.<br/>
Still panting, she relaxed against the pillow again, dropping her hand from his head. Thancred removes his fingers, but remains between her thighs a second longer before he lifted himself up to look at her. Sweat made her hair stick to her face, her cheeks flush with colour, eyes glazed over.<br/>
He had never seen anything more beautiful.</p>
<p>Thancred waited above her, propped up on his hands, waiting for her to catch her breath. He watched her swallow, then blink slowly, before looking up at him with those sapphire eyes. Before he could speak, she pulled him down into a deep kiss, hands once again in his hair. He responded with as much intensity.<br/>
The next thing he knew, Rhetigeim had flipped him onto his back, switching their positions. She broke the kiss, but kept her face close to his as her hands slid down his strong, sunkissed chest, over his stomach and towards his waist. Even though he knew what was coming, Thancred still gasped when he felt her fingertips run over his cock, lightly at first, as if exploring new territory. Light touches were soon replaced by her hand, gripping him firmly yet gently at the same time. It was all he could do to bite his lip and pray she wouldn't tease him too much.<br/>
She did not. Rhetigeim was clearly as impatient as he was, sitting up and using her grip on his cock to guide herself to him. Thancred let out a groan as he felt her engulf him, a warmth spreading through his body. She made a quiet sound, too, biting down on her lip as he settled onto him. She placed her hands on his stomach to brace herself, stilling for a moment. His hands found their way to her thighs, resting there, caressing the smooth skin. She shot him a coy smirk, before pushing herself up, and then back down, starting to ride him steadily. The air around them soon filled with breathless moans as they found their rhythm.</p>
<p>It was different to how Thancred thought it would be, but so much better. There were no games, no pretenses. Just desire. Just need. They worked so well together. Why had this not happened sooner? Of course there were various reasons why, but all he could think at this moment was how perfect it felt. The rogue and the pirate, letting their dark need take over. Wasn't this the stuff of romance novels?<br/>
Rhetigeim let out a small gasp as Thancred suddenly sat up, gripping her hips hard. Quickly adjusting to this slight change, she moved his hands to his shoulders, her fingernails digging into his skin. The slight pain mixed with the pleasure caused Thancred to moan in his throat, now pulling her hips down against him with every he thrust he made upwards. She responded by raking her nails across his flesh, murmuring unintelligibly, practically slamming her hips down as she rode him. They moved together, chasing the feeling, until Thancred felt her body tense up around him. Arching her back as she fell off the edge was all he needed to follow her, busying his head in her shoulder with a groan.<br/>
They stayed as they were for a moment, catching their breath. After a short time, Thancred lifted his head to look at her, and Rhetigeim responded with an indulgent kiss. Exhaustion took over as they fell down onto the mattress, still entwined, lips never parting. Even once the kissing stopped they remained entangled, settling down against the pillows.<br/>
Rhetigeim's voice was soft. "Stay here with me."<br/>
Thancred nodded, holding her close. "I won't leave you."</p>
<p>-----</p>
<p>It was far too early for Rhetigeim when she awoke. She knew this without looking at the clock. All she wanted to do was go back to sleep.<br/>
But the warm body against her back was something she could not ignore. Of course she remembered the previous night. She remembered falling asleep coiled with Thancred. Now his ams were still around her, holding her close as he slept.<br/>
This would not do.<br/>
It was familiar. Too familiar. Nice, but also troubling. Too much to deal with at that moment. Reluctantly, Rhetigeim extracted herself from his grasp, swiftly pulling the covers up over him to keep him warm. He didn't even stir. The tricky part was over, now she just needed to make her escape.</p>
<p>Guilt tugged at Rhetigeim as she quickly pulled on some clothes, then scrawled a note for Thancred. She hated to leave like this, but she needed time to think. Time to process everything. All she could do was hope he understood. He was her closest friend now. She never wanted to lose that.<br/>
Thancred<br/>
<i>Gone to run errands. May be out<br/>
all day. Will see you soon. Sorry<br/>
I couldn't stay longer.<br/>
Rhetigeim</i> <br/>
With another pang of guilt, she picked up his discarded clothing, folding them neatly and piling them on the desk, the note perched on top. Then, before her resolve wavered, she slipped silently out the door.</p>
<p>He would understand. After all, they were both so alike.</p>
  </div><div class="fff_chapter_notes fff_foot_notes"><b>Author's Note:</b><blockquote class="userstuff"><p>This is my first ever smut, I am REALLY nervous about it! I've been working on it for months, and I'm finally ready to share it! Please be gentle, but please give me tips if you have any! I worry the smut is a bit formal and clinical! Comments appreciated! &lt;3 Thank you for reading!</p></blockquote></div></div>
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